Until that day, I have no true shame saying that there are things that make my belly hurt to think about.
Beyond spiders, sick, and snakes, even worse, I'm talking about that twist in your stomach fear when something in your life is new and unexplored.
What is there to fear? Are we such creatures of habit that stepping into a new environment, or a new experience is so tormenting because we can not predict the outcome?
Has our sense of adventure been swapped for the desire to just expect ...the expected?
Today, I'm smiling with my fear.
It seems pretty content all knotted up in the pit of my stomach with this lingering uncertainty I can practically smell. But I'm sure the freshness will fade, perhaps the sense of fear will dissipate, but maybe it will ensue.
Either side of the coin has a chance, so I guess I'll play my odds.
I don't ever want to miss the chance to take a chance. . . perhaps I'm fearless after all.
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